Yeat Another Blog Entry
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The weasel cannot hear its legal team
Contracts aren't binding. The law is not enforced.
Mere impropriety is loosed upon the world.
The pattern of evasion is loosed, and everywhere,
the ceremony of lawfulness is drowned.
The judges and prosecutors are tired and perfunctory,
while the thieves and brigands are filled with ingenuity.
Surely some renegotiation is at hand?
Surely, a new economic system is at hand?
"A new economic system!" Hardly are those words out
When a product placement out of Hollywood
Troubles my sight: a city of abandoned factories
A man with face of lion and mind of fox
A cadence somber and calming as the ocean
Ascends the steps of power, while in his wake
Once vigilant guards now babble dreamy flattery
The curtains close and open; but now I know
That twenty decades of unburdened freedom
Were vexed to nightmare by a silver tongue
And what brave new world, its hour come round at last
Slouches toward Washington to be born?"